It was less shocking to me now and I realised witha tingle that I was beginning to accept the image as being me, not justas something I was pretending...to be. Even my expressions seemed likethat of a girl, I thought as I studied my face. I moved around, tracedmy polished fingers over my breasts and watched my skirt twirl roundwith me as I felt it brush against my legs. Again a tingling excitementfilled me and I looked away quickly, feeling a little afraid. I decidedthat I would try and hold on. .. and I don't have small hands.Or small mouth, for that matter - but even with all my faggot cocksucking skills, I still can't take him all inside my mouth.My ass pussy? an entire other story - I can take 11" of fat cock inside alright: I'm a gay fag sissy cock whore, after all - everyone's bitch and my pure joy is to be on my fours, spread wide and banged (hard) by REAL men.And that's exactly what Rodrigo proceeded to do, while the third guy - white guy, slender, with a lovely curved, horny,. I hold her head there for a moment, relaxing her throat before I start to fuck it. She gags several times but slowly she get used to it, every time I withdraw my shaft if laced in her spit and she coughs when there's room in her mouth. When I push back in I can feel her teeth gently scr****g my shaft. I pull it out after several minutes and flip her on her back. "Now you can talk, slut." "Thank you, Sir" She coughs through heavy breathes. "On your back, legs up." She complies. Dimples wanted him inside her again. They compromised. He napped for a half hour before she was licking the cum still coating his dick. He was surprised at how resilient he was and ready to do her again.It was Dimples doing him, not the other way around. She rode him cowgirl and fucked him doggie. Then she hung her head over the edge of the bed so she could take his cock deeply down her throat. When he came a second time, he was standing, holding her while she hung on with arms around his neck.